This is not the word that most people would use to describe me, yet when I look in a mirror this is all I see.
Fat.
It doesn't matter how much I run or how much weight I have lost, I still only see one thing.
Fat.
When I go to try on new clothes I still pick out items in my old size and bigger.
Fat.
When I look in the mirror I only see a sad girl with wide hips and a squishy middle.
Fat.
I can talk a good game about how excited I am that I have lost weight, about how much better I feel now, about how losing it was about health and not about image, but ultimately it doesn't change how I feel.
Fat.
I do not talk to many people about this. They just don't buy it. They see me with their kind, friendly eyes and have no idea that these feelings of ugliness and self loathing are beneath the surface. They see thin. I see. . .
Fat.
But I want this to end. I thought losing 20 pounds would help me see who I really am, yet it hasn't. I want to look in the mirror and see so many other things besides. . .
Fat.
I want to find other words to describe myself besides a loaded word like. . .
Fat.
I will continue to struggle with this, forever perhaps. But hopefully I will look in the mirror one day and see something else. See. . .
Me.